Christmas cards sprinkled with snow bring the magic of the season
to our sunny little cottage in Florida.
I put them on counters for a "landscape" of sorts.
They remind me of childhood snow forts.
Tunnels to the barn where cows and cats sheltered from the cold.
Sleds flying down a white hill to the frozen lake.
My smoky breath in the air as I waited for the school bus.
I'm over it.
Too many falls on ice.
Too many scary rides home from Christmas parties in the north.
For now, the magic of snow is best kept in memory,
movies, and pictures.
Tonight we're taking historic Venice's Christmas Walk.
An ambling walk along the tree-lit boulevard where shop treats await,
music fills the air,
and the final destination is a bench on the beach for a look at a starlit sky.
After that, we'll go home to How Murray Saved Christmas.